Tasting
Chapter 335

335–Nasty Demands

Nora:

Brody rushed toward me as I dropped the beast onto the ground for the warriors to handle. I briskly made my way toward him, matching his pace.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes quickly scanning me for answers.

“You tell me! Why did you hide it from me?” I yelled, raising my hand to stop him from getting too close.

Was he really coming in for a hug? Did he think that’s what I wanted. from him? Had he lost his mind?

Was he probably expecting us to celebrate this moment with cuddles and kisses?

“What?” He tried to feign innocence, but his gaze shifted to Rollo, noticing how wounded he was.

“I’m fine,” Rollo muttered, shaking his head as he limped toward the waiting ambulance. They had been prepared for something to happen to both of us, but I came out victorious.

“Take care of him!” Brody ordered his warriors, who nodded as others began dragging the creature into a cage.

“You should get checked too,” Brody said, turning to me, clouded with guilt

his eyes

“I’m fine. Now tell me why didn’t you tell me about my son?” I yelled again, ignoring the sharp glares from his royal gamma in the distance.

“How are you letting her disrespect you like that?” his royal Gamma hissed and marched my way. I raised my finger as a warning, making me suddenly stop dead in his tracks.

“We are talking,” Brody told him before he turned to me and quickly softened his expressions.

“Nora, can we discuss this in private?” Brody lowered his voice to a near whisper

“Why? Are you too afraid for your people to replace out that their alpha has been punishing an infant by keeping him from his mother?” I knew that wasn’t the real reason; his people didn’t care about me. If anything, they were probably satisfied with the punishment I was receiving. To them, I was still Ryker’s stepsister, and they wanted me to suffer.

“Nora, please. Let me explain. I didn’t do this to punish the baby or make you suffer,” Brody pleaded, but I wasn’t buying it.

“Then explain why I wasn’t told my baby is having problems,” I growled, emotions I had suppressed for so long rising to the surface.

“Every time he feeds on your milk, he gets sick,” Brody said, turning his face away as if embarrassed by his ridiculous excuse.

I couldn’t hold Akira back any longer. I lunged at him, pushing him to the ground, but before I could pin him down, something struck me.

A warrior had shot me with wolfbane, and my anklet started to shock me with a current. The royal gamma had made sure I couldn’t harm their alpha in front of them.

He held the remote in his hand, making me clench my jaw and growl in pain.

“Argh!” I screamed, dropping to my knees as the pain intensified

“Stop it!” Brody yelled at his gamma, but the damage was already done. The wolfbane and the current had drained my strength.

This is what I get in return for catching them a deadly mutant.

I collapsed to the ground and blacked out. The fact that I had hoped to see my babies after returning from the mission but didn’t even get to hear the full story about my fourth child was devastating.

I must’ve been transported back to my room by Brody himself, because when I awoke, I found him pacing around the small room.

“Nora!” He rushed to me as I stirred, reaching for my forehead, but I slapped his hand away.

“You’re okay,” he stated, not really asking but letting me know on my state.

“I want to see my baby,” I insisted, my tone harsh. He stared at my with soft eyes.

“Nora, he’s fine. I told you–he only gets sick when-” He tried to repeat the same excuse, but I wasn’t having it.

“I don’t believe you. I want to hold my son and feed him myself,” I demanded, though I wasn’t even sure I had the right to ask for anything. The last few months had stripped me of any control over my own life.

Brody shook his head and groaned. “I’ll show you the reports or the camera footage from his room. You can see for yourself.” He pulled out his phone, ready to show me a video.

That’s how I was supposed to see my baby for the first time?

“What? Look at the screen?” once he noticed I wasn’t looking at the screen, he asked. No way I was buying his excuses.

“Brody! I want to hold my son!” I yelled, slapping the phone out of his hand. This time, he shouted back at me.

“Then you have to give me something in return!”